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Marina & The Diamonds Miss Y Lyrics

Last updated: 06/05/2012 11:00:00 AM

I feel like a substitute,
Sitting on the sideline,
Clicking every single finger,
Waiting for the right time.
I feel like a substitute,
Sitting pretty in my prime,
I’m about to play the game,
Guess I’m running out of time.
Drop your knees to the floor,
Hands to the sky.
Give a round of applause for,
The great Miss Y.
I walked all night ‘round in the dark,
Just to be standing here.
Only to feel like nobody,
I’m Miss Y am I here?
I walked all night ‘round in the dark,
Just to be standing here.
Only to feel like nobody,
I’m Miss Y am I here?
And the lights make me stronger,
The longer that you have to wait,
For the honour, the honour to be great.

Woah-oh-oh, oh-oh,
Woah-oh-oh, oh-oh,
Oh-oh oh, oh.

I feel like I’m stuck inside a race,
Feel like I’m catching up,
Oh Marina! What a shame!
You didn’t make the upper cut.
I feel like I’m stuck inside a race,
Feel like I’m catching up,
Oh Marina, we’re so sorry,
But you didn’t make the cut.
Drop your knees to the floor,
Hands to the sky.
Give a round of applause for,
The great Miss Y.
I walked all night ‘round in the dark,
Just to be standing here.
Only to feel like nobody,
I’m Miss Y am I here?
I walked all night ‘round in the dark,
Just to be standing here.
Only to feel like nobody,
I’m Miss Y am I here?
And the lights make me stronger,
The longer that you have to wait,
For the honour, the honour to be great.
Woah-oh-oh, oh-oh,
Woah-oh-oh, oh-oh,
Oh-oh oh, oh.

[The following are the lyrics for the extended version]

Woah-oh-oh, oh-oh,
Woah-oh-oh, oh-oh,
Oh-oh oh, oh.
Drop your knees to the floor,
Hands to the sky.
Give a round of applause for,
The great Miss Y.
I walked all night ‘round in the dark,
Just to be standing here.
Only to feel like nobody,
I’m Miss Y am I here?
I walked all night ‘round in the dark,
Just to be standing here.
Only to feel like nobody,
I’m Miss Y am I here?
And the lights make me stronger,
The longer that you have to wait,
For the honour, the honour to be great.
Woah-oh-oh, oh-oh,
Woah-oh-oh, oh-oh,
Oh-oh oh, oh.
Drop your knees to the floor,
Hands to the sky.
Give a round of applause for,
The great Miss Y.




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